As I have scanned through Facebook and twitter I have read and saw so much about the marathon. I saw so many people that have written about the terrible explosion. I read about all their prayers for Boston.

I've been praying too. I prayed for those people who I saw and read about. I prayed for Grant, a missionary running to raise money for a Christian camp. I prayed for his wife Miho and their two little girls, who had been planning on going to cheer him on. I prayed for the responders. I prayed for doctors and nurses. I prayed. A lot. And I still am.

I've heard a lot of people say they are praying for Boston. I've seen a lot of people write online that they are praying for Boston.

Friends, let me tell you a little about God, who listens to all these prayers. He is here. He is just as upset as we are. He hates evil. He loves us. He doesn't want us to hurt. He is love. And He loves our prayers. Because He wants us to run to Him right now.

My eyes filled with tears yesterday, when I learned Grant and Miho and the girls were safe. After that I know that God is listening. I cry out to God for all those who are suffering. And I know God is listening.

If you want to know more about this God you've been praying to. If you want to know about this love. If you want to be with people who pray knowing that prayers make a difference. Come join us on Sunday. We will grieve together. And comfort one another. We will pray for those hurt and those hurting.

The God we pray to knows hurt beyond anything we could imagine. The God we pray to has not stood by just watching from the sidelines but is overcoming hurt with love.